Pussy Trap 4: The Shadow Of Death Part 5

Simone looked at him for a few seconds then gave in. "Okay. I will have one lunch with you. Next week...Wednesday, here at one o'clock and be on time. After that you can go on to the next female that you want to try and conquer," she stated slickly as she took a folk full of salad to her mouth.

"I'll take it. See you then," he stood up peering down at her.

"Wait?" she asked with att.i.tude.

"You are the s.e.x as h.e.l.l with that smart-a.s.sed mouth."

"I bet I am, have a good day."

"I will." Baseem reached in his pocket and dropped a few hundred on the table. "Enjoy your lunch," he walked off not allowing her to respond.

Simone smiled a little at his c.o.c.kiness as she turned to watch him walk out the restaurant. Her heart raced thinking about being in his presence once again.

Breonni walked into the bike club and eyed the room looking for her mark. She moved toward the bar as her eyes danced over the crowd; just as she was about to order her drink, she spotted the man from the photograph. She placed her order and took it to the head before having another. Bre slammed a bill on the counter and headed to the pool tables.

Magic caught a glimpse of Bre from the corner of his eye then turned to weave through the crowd to get a better look.

Bre grabbed a stick and chalk and moved around the table, trying to lay down a bet with a few guys. When one accepted, it was on. The short, plump man racked the b.a.l.l.s and she broke em'; after calling her b.a.l.l.s, she began to sink one after then next.

Magic got up and moved a little closer to watch her technique and the fact that she was tiny with pretty brown skin just the way he liked them was not hurting his investigation. Bre stood back and allowed the gentlemen to hit a few in, then she moved in for the kill; sinking her last three b.a.l.l.s and the eight ball in the side pocket.

"Good game, you can leave my money right there so I can spank another rookie," she spat then waved the waitress over.

"f.u.c.k you mean, rookie. Little girl, you out ya league, ma. I ain't paying you s.h.i.+t." Curt said and turned his back on Bre and began talking s.h.i.+t to some dudes who were sitting around watching the game.

Magic crossed his arms and watched to see how this was going to play itself out.

"You really think it is at all possible that you would be able to walk out that door without paying me my money?" Bre's chilling tone rested on his shoulder.

Curt turned around. "b.i.t.c.h, I ain't giving you s.h.i.+t!" he hurled in her direction.

Bre went into her vest and pulled out her baby girl. "Say that hot s.h.i.+t one more time," she pulled one in the chamber and moved toward him.

"b.i.t.c.h, is you crazy?" he put his hands up in an effort to get her to chill.

"That's two b.i.t.c.hes; anything else you want to get off your chest?" she asked then squeezed one off hitting him in the s.h.i.+n.

"What the f.u.c.k is wrong with you?" he yelled out as he went down in pain.

The bartender drew his weapon and Bre posted up. The other guest in attendance moved to the side.

"Put that s.h.i.+t down," Smit yelled out from behind the bar.

"f.u.c.k you," she hurled back, pointing her gun in his direction.

Magic had seen enough. "Relax Smit," He said as he walked toward her slowly, waving his hand at Smit to lower his weapon. "Let me take a minute to introduce myself. I'm the owner, my name is Magic. I'm sorry you have been inconvenienced. I a.s.sure you we can rectify this real chill like," he continued.

"This b.i.t.c.h a.s.s n.i.g.g.a needs to pay his debt and apologize for his disrespect then we good," she lowered her weapon and rested it by her side.

"Fair enough," Magic said as he moved beside Curt. "How much do you owe her?" he gritted.

"Five large," Curt moaned out from the pain.

"Pay her!" he ordered.

Curt struggled to pull his money from his pocket; the pain from the open wound in his leg was sending burning sensations all throughout his body. He pa.s.sed the money to Magic then threw up all over himself.

"Apologize," he barked at Curt s.n.a.t.c.hing the money from his grip.

Curt looked up with venom in his eyes. He stared at Bre as if his eyes could shot lasers. He held his hand on his stomach as rage rose up in his gut. Apologize? I wanna spit in this b.i.t.c.h's face, he thought while trying to muster up the energy to part his lips and speak the words.

The music had stopped playing and every man stood still and watched with a cautious eye. Magic looked over at Bre then back at Curt. Then he pulled out his gun and blew Curt's head back as if Curt's silence toward him yelled kill me! "You took too long, m.u.t.h.af.u.c.ka," Magic spoke through clenched teeth.

"Y'all clean this n.i.g.g.a up and get the f.u.c.k outta here!" he ordered then walked over to Bre.

The crowd scattered, moving about their task careful to not say or do anything to heat s.h.i.+t up. Bre held his gaze. She watched in her peripheral as everybody cleared out of the room, leaving her alone with Magic and the guy behind the bar. When she heard the doors lock, she took a slow, deep breath and embodied the character.

"Ya' n.i.g.g.a was a b.i.t.c.h," she smirked, tucking her gun back in the holster.

"Why you say that?" Magic asked, tucking his gun away as well.

Breonni took a minute and looked him over. His chocolate skin was smooth and when he smiled, his teeth blinded a b.i.t.c.h. He was tall and slim and built to perfection in all the right places.

"First of all, he's a f.u.c.king cheat; second, he is a coward. He should have at least called me one more b.i.t.c.h on his way out," she leaned up against a nearby pool table and crossed her feet at the ankle then folded her arms over her chest.

Magic rested his eyes on the thickness of her hips and the pout of her light brown lips, which caused him to lick his own.

"Is that what you think? He's a coward because he would rather die than apologize," he paused to let the rhetorical sink in.

Bre gave him the I'ma hold my ground stare, tipping her head slightly to the side.

"That man just saved your life," he stopped and let her take that in also. "If he would have apologized, I would have had to kill you," he moved a little closer. "There is no way I would have been able to let you live knowing you took the heart of one of my soldiers," he searched her eyes. "Tonight he died because he hesitated on a command which lets me know he would fold. At any rate, you owe him a thank you," he softened his face by giving her a slight smile.

"Maaan...f.u.c.k that n.i.g.g.a! He learned two lessons tonight: don't cheat, and don't hesitate. That's all he's getting from me."

Magic pa.s.sed Bre her money. "I would like to apologize for his behavior. Please stay as my guest. You intrigue me; I would like to say some private things to you," Magic went into get em' mode. She had an att.i.tude that was rare for a female and he wanted to test her gangsta.

Bre held a calm, firm appearance; but on the inside, her heart was jumping and her stomach was doing flips. She had gotten him to open the door and she was about to step right in.

"What makes you think I would give you more of my time?"

"Don't worry. I'ma make it worth your while. I want to hold on to you for a couple of days. No strings...just be my guest and let me enjoy that tongue," he walked over and took her by the hand.

"Won't your woman be looking for you?"

"You let me worry about that. Ain't nothing going to be between you and me but us. Come sit with me so I can talk to you," he pulled her to her feet and began leading her to a booth in the back of the club.

"I will have one drink with you and then I'm out," she slipped her hand from between his fingers.

"That's fair. Give me two hours, and if by then I don't convince you to give me some time, then I will let you go; we part as enemies," he extended his arm so she could slide in the booth first.

"Fair enough," Bre softened her mood as she slid into her seat.

Magic ordered a bottle of campaign and they sat and talked. He asked every question that he thought would trip her up, but she was on point. Breonni had learned from KoKo to say what was necessary and let them bate themselves. In that short period of time, she learned his strengths and his weaknesses. He had a strong team, but some may not respect him. Breonni already knew she would accept his offer, and he had just given her the bullets to put in the gun.

"So, what do you say?' he asked, pouring the last of the bottle between their two gla.s.ses.

"I will give you a few days of my time. Everything is on my terms and you will not be getting any p.u.s.s.y, so cross that s.h.i.+t off your list."

"Please believe me, p.u.s.s.y is given to me. I never have to take it. But I'm not trying to f.u.c.k you. I can f.u.c.k any b.i.t.c.h I want. I just want to hang out with you for a few days to see where your head is at," he stretched his legs out and parted her feet with his. "But before our time is up, you might have to let me taste it."

Bre moved her feet to close her legs.

"You would have to come up off of a real good time in order to even sniff at this p.u.s.s.y," she said softly.

"I can already smell it. It has a scent of, I need to be held down and f.u.c.ked real good, but that is not my business," he threw up his hands in surrender.

"Oh s.h.i.+t, you ain't right," she laughed.

"See, we gonna have fun. Let's roll. I don't want to waste a minute of my time," he slid out the booth and reached for her hand.

Bre stood up and gave him the side-eye. "I better not end up on 'Return our Missing'."

"I got you. Quit acting like you scared. How you gonna be a killer and be scary?"

"You playin', I watch Lifetime."

Magic had to laugh. Her cute and tough att.i.tude was what he was looking for. He was gonna hold onto her for a few days while his people ran her background, and if she was foul, she would be dead before they landed.

"h.e.l.lo."

"You're late," Baseem looked down at his watch.

"I'm sorry Baseem, I can't make it. I have an emergency meeting. We had a company merger and several of my clients are going crazy worrying about their money," Simone moved papers from one folder to the next as she prepared for her meeting.

"Did you think about what I asked you last night?" he asked smoothly into the phone.

"Yes, I did," Simone blushed at the memory of how nasty Baseem spoke to her last night.

"And?"

"And my answer is still no," she said as she stacked her files and grabbed her thumb drive.

"I think I can change your mind," he got up from his seat at the restaurant and headed to the door.

"Well, that will have to wait until our scheduled evening call; I have to go. Talk to you later,"

"A'ight," Baseem disconnected the call then handed the valet his ticket. When his car came around, he jumped in and headed to Simone's office.

"Hold all my calls please. I have a meeting in a little over thirty minutes, I need to prepare," Simone said into the intercom as she sat in front of her computer and forwarded several emails to herself and checked her client's accounts and profiles. She tapped away at her keyboard looking back and forth at the clock.

"Ten minutes, Miss Bivings," her a.s.sistant's voice rang through the intercom.

"Okay," Simone replied then called her accountant to make sure all the figures where updated.

As she stood to gather her doc.u.ments, she looked up to see Baseem walking into her office. Her eyes moved over his frame as he got closer to her desk.

"What are you doing here?" she mouthed as he moved closer.

"I came to collect on my investment," Baseem mouthed as he walked up on her turning her to face him. He stepped between her legs and parted her feet with his.

"Stop," she mouthed to Baseem. "Yes, Mr. Yates, I'm here. Yes, please send them to my a.s.sistant," she said as Baseem's hands roamed over her hips then squeezed her waist then he placed her up on the desk.

"Baseem, don't," she whispered, placing her free hand on top of his.

"Pay attention."

"Yes, I agree," she responded to Mr. Yates' statement while watching Baseem's hands slide up her inner thigh.

"I need to go," she tried to hurry her talkative business partner. When she heard him say one more thing, she thought that she would pa.s.s out.

Baseem reached up and grabbed at the string of her thong and pulled her panties down.

Simone gasped for air as she watched him rock up. She placed her hand firm into his chest and pushed him back.

Baseem grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the edge of the desk and pressed his heat against her throbbing c.l.i.t.

Simone squirmed as he grinded, feeling the steam that was emitting from between her thighs. "You feel so good," he whispered as he released her wrist to feel the slippery liquid that began to drip from her lips. Baseem leaned in and kissed her collar bone.

"Baseem...don't," she rested her hand on his chest.

"Let this s.h.i.+t happen," he reached up and ran his hands through her hair then kissed her deep as his fingers searched for that special spot.

Simone received him into her mouth as she tried to concentrate on the man on the other end on the phone.

Baseem continued to heat her up. "You had a lot to say on the phone last night. You ain't bout that life," he teased as he continued.

The man on the other end continued to ramble, to which she could not pay attention as Baseem brought her to the edge of no return. Her breathing picked up and just as she was about to release, Baseem moved his hand and backed up.

Baseem tasted his fingers and shook his head. "You sweet as h.e.l.l," he whispered.

Simone panted as she watched him move to the bathroom and close the door.

"I will call you back after the meeting," she cut the man off then hung up. Simone pulled her skirt down then covered her face with her hands.